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Any time I tell someone I’m a writer, I have received one of two questions. It’s either are you published. Or where can I read you. The second question is answered easily enough. I have a blog now and it is the most comprehensive way to read how or what I write. The first question…
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It is night.The utensils are clean, and the kitchen has been put to right.The phone is silentEven the city beyond her windows is silent…There is no sound of drill, or horns, or the bustle of people going here, going there.The only sound in the room is the soft whirring of the AC and the distant…
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I’m sitting in a chair, my legs up on the bed. You hate it when I sit like this. Say it’s bad for my back and hips and gut and legs. When that does not work, you tell me it’ll affect my productivity. A word that never fails to provoke a reaction from me. But…
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What makes us human? Is it memory? Is it that we have bigger guns? Is it our brain? Maybe it is the fact that we have technology. I have noticed how most of these questions are posed and answered by the SciFi genre.
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I have had strange nicknames but one that takes the cake is ‘Ganeshi.’ The nickname, I am told, is an ode to my love for milk and milk products. It is also an ode to the fact that just like Chutuk Binai, any time kheer is made in the house, even if it’s for a…
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If you wish to hear the poem, please scroll down. Aao sunao mein tumheAlu ki ek prem kahaniWaha tha aluAur yaha thi meinHum mile jab hum dono theEkdum chote seNahin jante the ki sabjiya kya hoti haiNahin jante the ki ye exotic veggies kis hoor ka naam haiBroccoli, zucchini, bell peppersKuch nahin pata tha.Sirf ek…
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One of my favourite memories from when I was 4-5 years old. I have wanted to talk about it since forever so it’s unsurprising that it came out as a poem. What was surprising was it came out in Hindi. If you don’t want to read, I have recited the poem too. You can scroll…
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